Silver Moon And Glass Towers
© Astariad of Surazeus
2011 09 11
Sun gleams in eyes of ancient ghosts who sing
while devils fly four jets on silver wing
and shout God promised us life after death
then smash twin towers of power in flames.
We gather around two deep mirror pools
and gaze in eyes of souls reflected back
countless people killed in wars for control
living and dead who watch each other cry.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
I open ancient book of desert tales
and read black words written by long-dead men
about kings who call their ancestors gods
thus claiming right to rule everyone else.
Men kill each other over right to rule
till one man stands alone in tower of stone
though now we vote for who will rule our lives
organizing business of nation-states.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
Men worship characters in ancient books
Yahweh and Jesus and Allah and God
great ghosts who sprang from graves of dying kings
and haunt our minds blinding us to real now.
If ancient books about them had been burned
would some other man have invented god
explaining how god only speaks to him
so we all must serve his desire or die.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
What strange ghost springs from words of ancient tales
and towers over me in star-bright skies
to shout from thunder I created all
therefore obey me or I will destroy you.
I look for ghost that permeates our world
described by inked words on thin crackling page
and listen for his voice to thunder loud
but my own singing thoughts are all I hear.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
Since we first crawled from seas up streams to lakes
and rose on two feet to stretch out both arms
and grasp fruit from tree of life to eat light
we transformed shapes of life becoming Human.
So many good people we loved are gone
and some still live in new children they bore
but many live only in memory words
of pictures and tales frail as falling leaves.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
No unseen gods lurk behind force of life
nor conscious creator full of love
managing chaos of human life on Earth
wanting to be best friend with every soul.
Real men once sitting on gold metal thrones
organized people in kingdoms on Earth
and people prayed to real humans in flesh
who answered prayers with coins of gleaming gold.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
Join with me in circle of living souls
and see eternal god breathing in me
as I see eternal god breathing in you
for god knows itself as we know ourselves.
All gods in old books were once living men
whose deeds are preserved in fantastic tales
but they are dead now while we live today
yet why kill men so we can love dead gods.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
Who would rather play under apple tree
far outside steel city of falling towers
and dance free while we play music and sing
sharing long tales of dead prophets and kings.
Who waits for third coming in empty church
while children dance in halls of flashing lights
and Earth spins another four billion years
while generations rise and fall in waves.
With science you can fly to silver moon
but with religion you fly into glass towers.
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Comments
beautifully worded.
As long as greed and the need for power exists....
Iliad IV. 350-351
As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity.
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground,
but the live timber burgeons with leaves again
in the season of spring returning.
So one generation of men will grow while another dies.
@Blinddream, Thanks. I am still writing poetry every day as part of the epic, just not standalone lyrics like before.